I poked my head outside
the temple door
scent of fading loquat blossoms
and damp wood reminds me
of nights in the forest
Green glades of the ashram
redolent with serenity and succor
infuse peace into our spirits
during these stressful times
My hubby David
offers fresh plucked gardenias at
the goddess' altar
Beautiful Shakti
pearls spilling, cascading
from the royal diadem
onto Her Divine brow
eyes glowing stars
pervade the candlelit atmosphere
David and I hold hands
as we leave the sanctuary
and orbit the blessed lake
sparkling with heavenly fish
We smile at each other
happy and content on the sacred shores
of Yoga Shakti Ma
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